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          & emotions are constantly changing - they aren't stable nor concrete - and such is the case of the display upon the king's features; as brief as it had been, the smile dissipates and the faintest of frowns crawls upon complexion. the idea of a proper meeting with the little magi, with young aladdin, is wonderful and equally unattainable. 

"i'm afraid not. i have heard many wonderful stories about him, however. only a handful of times have i seen him from afar." from a distance unable to close the gap of; the task given to that boy, on account of solomon's very own decisions and mistakes, is not an easy one. clear judgment must be made, thus a meeting between aladdin and him can never occur. (not now.) "it brings me great joy to know he's made friends such as yourself, general." politely, he smiles.

公主; “He’s a splendid child,” she answered all too swiftly not to cover up for any ill feelings but because within her heart she truly believed him to be the brightest living entity in the world. Their last meeting came unexpectedly and while less than ideal conditions brought them together the act of seeing him soothed her. 

   “Have you met him then, sir?”

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          & inwardly, it could be said that solomon has managed to chuckle at the words from the woman though mainly due to the undeniable fact about ugo being much older than him yet, at times, that slips mind with rather ease. nonetheless, his dear friend deserves a peaceful aura without little fiends enjoying themselves while attempting to disrupt that.

paimon isn't a bad person, however, and that much he is aware of.

"are you not? teasing isn't the only way to have fun, paimon." voice might carry a reprimanding tone, but the cold hint that should accompany it is nonexistent -- even with the weight suddenly upon shoulder. "right now. reading is fun, you should try it. then again, you're not the type to do that." instead of a question, a statement is what slips out of lips while a hand lifts, digits flicking the femme's forehead in a soft, harmless movement. "what do you consider fun? excluding all that might be related to ugo."

‹ ღ › — She laughed a little, pulling her hair from in front of her eyes. Of course at times she considered if she was taking things too far but she’d yet to see any problem. Perhaps that was because she had absolutely no concept of personal space but she meant no real harm. 

“Oh~ You make me sound so awful and cruel! It’s not like I’m hurting him. Besides, he’s a big boy, I think he can handle a little teasing.” she chimed, playfully. Admittedly, she could be a bit cruel at times but in this sense she���s just intended to have fun. “I never said there was anything wrong with it, I only said that you should get out more often. And not, just to go raid someone else’s library.” She circled back to him, coming up behind him. Paimon looped her arms over his shoulders, chin atop it. “When was that last time you actually did something fun~?”

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             { ooc; so i have this question in my inbox, has been there pretty much since i made this blog ages ago. i never got around to answering it, and i'm sure the anon who sent it has forgotten all about it. BUT, should i answer it anyway? seems like an interesting thing to answer, imo.

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          & this isn't the first time that someone has expressed considering the magician's best friend 'cute', though the interrogation regarding that always haunts mind -- just a little. is ugo cute? everyone has a different perspective, truly. 

"to you, perhaps. shouldn't you take his feelings on the matter into account? ugo isn't fond of your teasing." attention returns to the letters spread across pages of a book held in hands, the footing's pace never an obstacle despite solomon's steps halting completely a few moments later. "i enjoy reading, there's nothing wrong with being in here." without lifting gaze, a light shrug of shoulders is executed. "besides, that's not valid; i do go out." not as often, solomon, not as often.

‹ ღ › — Okay but if it has killed someone, it’s absolutely not her fault. This time. His disapproval goes unnoticed by the wide smile and bright violet eyes staring up at him.

           ”Hm~ I can’t help it, he’s so cute when he blushes!" She likes to think she’s helping him overcome his fear of women when in reality she’s probably making it worse. The movement frees him of her presence but only because she’s taken to flitting around the room, poking her nose into absolutely everything. “Dunno~ Just came to see what you were up to. You’re always cooped up with your books all the time, you really should get out more~!" 

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          & pleasantly does the rukh dance around this woman, further expanding the curiosity that clings to the man; being in the presence of the general is, to an extent, relaxing. it's good.

"aladdin?" could it be--? the surprise upon facial features is difficult to conceal albeit briefly, eventually replaced by a small smile - and a sense of contentment. for h i m to befriend someone like hakuei? it's enough of a reason for the king's soul to rest at ease. "i see. he's a good child, is he not?"

公主;   Who did he remind her of? A coy smile spread across her lips as the lady recalled that all too fateful encounter. She never intended to spill the blood of the people of the plains but his sincere wish to make sure they were safe moved her. He too saw the world as she—the route the pacifist took was a difficult one and often walked alone but he remained by her side and defended her. Rather his djinn assisted in defending her. “Aladdin,” she answered. “He saved my life, he’s a friend of mine.”

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          & no, no; it has killed someone before. perhaps. (most certainly not). brow arches in question whereas nose wrinkles in visible disapproval, wondering if the task of entertaining this one has truly been delivered to his hands; how fun.

"there's probably a reason as to why ugo is hiding, no doubt. it wouldn't be wrong to assume that it's because of your teasing." a defeated sigh of sorts escapes lips, feet moving forth a few steps regardless of the weight clinging to frame. "what am i to do about your boredom? there are other matters i should look into." such as reading and studying and finding ugo and asking questions and--you know, important things.

‹ ღ › — Attaching oneself to another never hurt anyone either. Well, most of the time. 

            “Mm, everything’s so quiet and bo~ring. I think Lord Ugo’s hiding from me again. And Leraje doesn’t wanna play and Barbatos is still asleep!" And the fact that Ugo’s hiding from her has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that she makes a point to grab at him in one way or another every time she seems him.

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                  { paimoniac }

‹ ღ › — Casually hangs off of your shoulder. 

          & a small poke never hurt anyone, did it? yet, apparently, it causes people to attach themselves to things -- or others.                "... just what are you doing?"

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          & and pure does it seem to shine all around that frame of hers, enough for a rather curious gaze to fall upon the princess general for a brief moment. it's a wondrous sensation, an exciting momentum in which dozens of questions assault mind simultaneously. what would ugo say about this one? "general, you mentioned a few moments ago that i reminded you of someone; mind telling me who exactly?"

公主; She once had the rukh about her described as pristine and pure. Perhaps she didn’t house the same magnetic power her lord and the starlight kind possessed but she held a gentleness within her heart. “Yes, general,” not an unheard title for a woman but she knew lady generals were rare. “Solomon, the pleasure is mine,” she dipped her head forward politely. 

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          & the fading of that damned smile brings somewhat amusement to solomon although such is unknown to his father, considering the boy's expression remains blank - void of any notable emotion aside, perhaps, a bit of resentment towards the man. orbs of an oceanic hue observe as movement is given by the elder's figure, watching as the frame shifts into a standing position and approaches the younger entity. there's no intimidation per say, although a sense of wariness surrounds the elder's son; the man is not something to be played with, and it's more than obvious - to everyone - just how powerful david truly is. 

how is it that a father and his son hold this type of relationship instead of a more... normal one? whatever the answer that may form to counter the interrogation, it matters not. he still despises the other.

in a way, though, there is truth behind the undesired words that david's mouth seems to enjoy spilling; as much as the both of them may want, forfeit of their blood-bound bond is impossible for they will always be tied by the very same liquid flowing through their veins. "watch me." an insistent duet of words push past lips seconds prior to a familiar hand seizing a shoulder -- s t o p.

"don't touch me." it's a wonder that the tone of voice used is not as loud as the one he had been attempting to use, but the step taken back and the darkening of stiff expression should be more than enough proof of the fact that the magician's touch is clearly unwanted. "it doesn't matter if it's destiny or not, i will go on my own path and do what i truly desire to do." destroy y o u ... gaze focuses upwards, upon his dear father's face to be specific, "don't talk about arba as if you knew her; she no longer serves you. she's -- my friend." but not only because you've sent her! "you think you know everyone, that their future is written; well, you're wrong. arba, just like ugo, has become my friend of her own free will and we shall continue on our own without your holy guidance & without your twisted ways of praising g o d."

☓ — How irritating.

   He has no interest in indulging this boy’s pretentious, naive antics any longer—never had time for him from the very start—and the smile plastered on his face becomes only a little forced. He’s overstayed his welcome, and there’s so much David could be doing if he simply l e f t. Silence asserts dominance over the room before the elder rises from his seat, the sound of his footsteps echoing against the barren walls as he approaches his son, stooping down ever so slightly to meet his height.

   If he felt like humoring himself, he might stop to observe the being before him, the entity that was bound to destroy him—but nothing resembling care rises out of him, not a singe shred of regret. 

   ”Prove it to the world,” he repeats, finding no little amount of amusement in the declaration this child has just uttered, “prove what, my dearest son? You can no more change the blood running through your veins than you can defy the will of God.” Oh, but wouldn’t it be wonderful if they could erase any connection between the two of them—? Darkened eyes bore into bright blues as a calloused hand reaches out to grip the boy’s shoulder, as it has done so many times before. 

   ”Without exception, you will fulfill your duty to God and destiny itself. I have the utmost faith in Arba’s ability to see you to fruition. You’ll do well, my b e l o v e d  s o n.”

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          & this brat must be out of her mind or simply far too annoying for the teen's tastes. is it so much to understand that the affection is not wanted here? "kids need to obey their elders, you know?" with a roll of eyes and a loud huff, his hand retreats only for digits to curl & a flick to her forehead is given. "let. go. i mean it. what are you, a toddler?"

"Maybe I’ll go hug Falan~" She said cheerfully. "But you were the first person I see, so here I am." Despite his hands trying to push her away, she kept her arm strength at her best, keeping the hug for as long as she could. This is all she needed, hugs and cuddles.

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          & it should have been expected, that accursed mockery of a laughter that easily falls from the elder's lips at the words uttered by the younger being, and yet few blinks are given in response and a minor huff follows. it irks solomon to have such a -- creator of sorts, this father of his that only serves to aggravate him beyond reason. why is it that god allowed this man to be his father? 

ah, but obviously, david is aware of the plans his oh, dearest son has under his sleeves & it's not a bother, quite the contrary; it makes the situation easier. however, certain words should never be spoken.

"i dislike it when you speak falsehoods in front of me, father. it'd be appreciated if you kept those comments to yourself." the reply is indeed void of emotion or genuine care, and it is given in a matter-of-fact fashion, blunt at its finest; there's no need to raise his voice to project how poisonous the words are. "with all due respect, of course." solomon adds, slipping into silence until a scoff breaks it. 

god? holy? what a j o k e. "i am nothing like you, holy father of mine, and i shall prove it to the world." to the stained, devious & ugly world they reside in. "those who blindly follow and believe in something are pathetic." just like you, david.

☓ — Not a trace of shock or surprise register at his son’s cold demeanor—he’d have been a fool not to expect it—and how very like h i m that emotionless composure is. And yet, how unfortunate that his son’s hand-servant never taught him to behave with a sense of decorum—! Instead of any hint of reprimand, eyes soften as if in mockery, and humorless laughter falls from his throat. “You’re right,” he replies, “it’s time for your d e p a r t, beloved son. I do so hope that your search for friendship and camaraderie is fruitful.”

   Empty words that have no meaning when they roll off of David’s tongue, but he’s perfectly fine with keeping up this little game of father and son. 

   ”I have no need for remorse, Solomon,” he answers, smiling again. “All of my actions are for the glory of God—and who would ever defy something so very holy? Even you are just a worthless tool in Ill Ilah’s eyes, my dearest son.”

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          & all senses are focused on the woman, attentively listening to each word; a princess, of course. the aura around her speaks for itself. "general, huh." by that proud stance and manner of speech, there is a possibility that the title of general is above that of a princess in the eyes of this hakuei person. "my name is solomon, it's a pleasure."

公主; Swiftly she remembered herself and offered a polite bow. Hakuei lowered her hands as she rattled off her title, “General of the Western army and first imperial princess of Kou, Ren Hakuei.” 

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          & steps are taken and the magician wanders away in hopes of avoiding the clearly undesired affection, & yet arms encase his form. a visible flinch and annoyance immediately shows upon face,

"b r A T !? what did i just say--?" hug falan instead should have been an obvious 'i don't want your hugs' deal. a hand lifts and moves back to press against the girl's face to try & push her away.

"You’re the one I see first!" She went up behind him, hugging him tightly. Very tightly. She didn’t care if they were annoyed or whatever. Hugs. Cuddles. That’s all she felt.